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Things aren’t truly about what you think they are about. Take watches.  If you want to know how a watch works, or why it doesn’t work, you need to look at each brass gear and understand the purpose of its shape and place. Some things can be learned at face value, with trial and error. Systematic, repeatable, quantifiable. But if you want to know how time works, you study change.


You must first turn that thing over and over in your mind until you determine what you need to study. If you just focus on a leaf, you will never understand the tree. To understand the potato sprouting eyes in your pantry, you study art.

To understand how people work, you study choices.

“A writer is essentially a spy,” Anne Sexton wrote. A secret observer, a collector of information. A writer is someone who watches in detail, someone who turns things over and over inside her skull.

Early this morning in the rain, with my headlamp, on this windy fall equinox, I went for a run (when I say, “running is about fun and health,” I truly mean, “running makes me feel better about everything in the world, including myself”). I had some things crowding behind my eye sockets.

A very unfair thing about human nature is that we link feelings with similar feelings: if I once ate cheesy broccoli until I threw up, the next time I smell cheesy broccoli, I will feel nauseated, right? Simple. But what about the webs of fragile feelings, the ones where you tug one and they all strain toward the pull and start snapping.

What if you lose something, something very important that demands grief. If shortly after, you lose more things (smaller things), the fuse is already burnt down. And suppose you find yourself in a season of losing, like Elizabeth Bishop (One Art):

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster

of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.


To understand loss, she studied release. Not only did she study it, she mastered it. She observed hard changes in life and did the unthinkable: she transformed challenge into a skill, into an art.

That, my friends, is how you get to the marrow of it.


I like the quick slap of proportion as well – she doesn’t promise that things will be ok, she assures you that it won’t bring a disaster (another unfair instinct of emotions: the overreaction and chain of assumptions). I have more things to turn over, but I am left with the conviction that I have one or two things to master.

love your self’s self where it lives.

-Anne Sexton

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